All. We know 't, we know 't. 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we 'll have corn at our own price. Is 't a verdict? All. No more talking on 't; let it be done Away, away! 2 Cit. One word, good citizens. 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians good. What authority surfeits, would relieve us: if they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory.to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. 2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? All. Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty. 2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country? 1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for 't, but that he pays himself with being proud. 2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. 1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous. 1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations: he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o' the city is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol! All. Come, come. 1 Cit. Soft! who comes here? Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA. 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people. 1 Cit. He's one honest enough: would, all the rest were so! Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you. 2 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate: they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we 'll show 'em in deeds. They say, poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall know, we have strong arms too. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neigh bours, Will you undo yourselves? 2 Cit. We cannot, Sir; we are undone already. Thither where more attends you; and you slander Care for us? True, indeed! 2 Cit. They ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there 's all the love they bear us. Men. Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you A pretty tale: it may be, you have heard it ; But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture 2 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, Sir: yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale; but, an 't please you, deliver. Men. There was a time, when all the body's members I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest; where th' other instruments Unto the appetite, and affection common 2 Cit. Well, Sir, what answer made the belly? T' the discontented members, the mutinous parts As you malign our senators, for that They are not such as you. Your belly's answer? What! 2 Cit. In this our fabric, if that they 2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' the body, 2 Cit. The former agents, What could the belly answer? Men. Well, what then? I will tell you, If you 'll bestow a small (of what you have little) 2 Cit. Y' are long about it. Men. Note me this, good friend; Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: Which you do live upon; and fit it is, Because I am the store-house, and the shop Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain; The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins, Whereby they live. And though that all at once, You, my good friends," this says the belly, mark me, 2 Cit. Ay, Sir; well, well. Men. "Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each, And 2 Cit. It was an answer. flour of all, What say you to 't? How apply you this? Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, No public benefit which you receive, But it proceeds, or comes, And no way from yourselves. from them to you, What do you think? You, the great toe of this assembly? 2 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe? Men. For that being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost: Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Lead'st first to win some vantage. But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs, Rome and her rats are at the point of battle; The one side must have bale. Mar. Thanks. Hail, noble Marcius! Enter CAIUS MARCIUS. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs? 2 Cit. We have ever your good word. Mar. He that will give good words to thee, will flatter That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you; you hares; Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? And call him noble, that was now your hate,' Him vile, that was your garland. What's the matter, That in these several places of the city You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Would feed on one another? What's their seeking? Men. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say, The city is well stor❜d. Mar. They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know Hang 'em! They say? What's done i' the Capitol; who 's like to rise, Who thrives, and who declines; side factions, and give out |